waiting
in her deep, vaulted cell,
she sits in
silence.
waiting for the Light to reappear,
her eyes unseeing,
her thoughts
blank.
she waits for her last attempt at escape
to come.
the Light flashes
look, there it is - on the
wall.
she pounces with the vigour of youth,
but no one is there to
help
her catch it.
triumphant at last,
swirling, malevolent shadows engulf the room
and the pale, old woman is
lost.
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